Текст (слова) песни: Kool G Rap - Thug For Life

[Intro/Chorus]
I`m thug for life, ain`t no changin me
I`m thug for life, ain`t no changin me
I pop off guns and live dangerously
I`m lot more nigga than you aimin to be
My Range bling, platty chain hang to the knee
I`m thug for life, ain`t no changin me

[Verse One]
Aiyyo, who got the drop, my gun been cocked
Spits from four-fives to flintlocks, pinky finger with the pimp rock
Hustle on dim blocks and sip Henn-rock
Draw quick, got a second hand like Big Ben clock (ya heard?)
Reach for that heat, put your wig in the wind pop
Fill your belly with ten shots; if I get hit
and you see blood then flood the bullet wound with gin shots
Put beef in a Slim Jim box
Bitch you wanna pinch and win slot
Clap lead until your big friend drop
Niggaz`ll front until I send chin shots
Beat the rock until they send cops (or what?)
`Til one of us`ll get carried out on the thin cot
Emergency room skin chopped by ten docs
Got it locked like a bid in the state pen box
When I dares peers hangin to where my shin stop; before I struck rich
Fucked bitches and killed `em with a ten inch cock (f`real)
Bitch nigga stuck him with a ten inch ock (y`know?)
Bread bloods and stiff vodka, deep in this game
Know the feds want the clique locked up
We love brain so we headhunt like witchdoctors
My lil` momma let lead dump from big poppa
Even the Jake surrounded the spread with pig choppers
that taste preposterous; tear gas, tanks of oxygen
Like we in banks with hostages (what we want?)
All we want is minks and ostriches (what?)
Diamond cuff links and proper shit
Snitches left stinkin in carpet stiff
Or get they carcasses turned to link sausages (f`real)
Ain`t nuttin sweet, we known for bangin cartridges
We got the heart for this
No matter how light or dark it is (ya heard?)
(No matter how light or dark it is, f`real)

Thug for life (what?) Rep by strips (killers)
Let loose clips (dealers) Stack mad chips (you know we)
Bag bad chicks (my niggaz) Push fly whips (all of the)
Hoes blow dick (nigga) G flows sick (what?)

[Chorus]

[Verse Two]
My whole life about chrome rims and stone gems (what?)
Big boned skins, Capone brims, dick blown in my own Benz
Quick to Scarface thugs who raise up blown brims
Dolla trickin never politickin with grown mens
Ideas of settin me up for loot I won`t bend
Just make that light bulb at the top of your dome dim (uh-huh)
Who rap-happy nigga keep the lyrics and poems grim
Get found at the bottom of the river with stone Timbs (word)
Babyface, swimmin flash stomach and toned limbs
Wake up every mornin work out in the home gym
Reppin this rap game until my zone ends (uh-huh)
`Til mixin boards melt down, the microphone bend (yea)
I spit about street shit but never condone sin
Kept it thug for life baby followed my own trend

[Chorus]

Kid!! Word.. thug shit
Queens shit for life nigga

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» Kool G Rap - Giancana Story
» Kool G Rap - Black Widow
» Kool G Rap - Thug For Life
» Kool G Rap - Tekilla Sunrise
» Kool G Rap - Fuck U Man
» Kool G Rap - Daddy Figure
» Kool G Rap - Fight Club
» Kool G Rap - Live and Let Die
» Kool G Rap - It`s a Shame
» Kool G Rap - The Giancana Story
» Kool G Rap - Drama
» Kool G Rap - A Thug`s Love Story (Chapter I, II, III)
» Kool G Rap - Mobsta`s
» Kool G Rap - Foul Cats
» Kool G Rap - 4, 5, 6
» Kool G Rap - Good Die Young


Меню » Главная » Музыка » Правила » В избранное	Музыка RU: 0-9 А Б В Г Д Е Ж З И К Л М Н О П Р С Т У Ф Х Ц Ч Ш Щ Э Ю Я EN: A B C D E F G H I J K L M N O P Q R S T U V W X Y Z Текст (слова) песни: Kool G Rap - Thug For Life [Intro/Chorus] I`m thug for life, ain`t no changin me I`m thug for life, ain`t no changin me I pop off guns and live dangerously I`m lot more nigga than you aimin to be My Range bling, platty chain hang to the knee I`m thug for life, ain`t no changin me [Verse One] Aiyyo, who got the drop, my gun been cocked Spits from four-fives to flintlocks, pinky finger with the pimp rock Hustle on dim blocks and sip Henn-rock Draw quick, got a second hand like Big Ben clock (ya heard?) Reach for that heat, put your wig in the wind pop Fill your belly with ten shots; if I get hit and you see blood then flood the bullet wound with gin shots Put beef in a Slim Jim box Bitch you wanna pinch and win slot Clap lead until your big friend drop Niggaz`ll front until I send chin shots Beat the rock until they send cops (or what?) `Til one of us`ll get carried out on the thin cot Emergency room skin chopped by ten docs Got it locked like a bid in the state pen box When I dares peers hangin to where my shin stop; before I struck rich Fucked bitches and killed `em with a ten inch cock (f`real) Bitch nigga stuck him with a ten inch ock (y`know?) Bread bloods and stiff vodka, deep in this game Know the feds want the clique locked up We love brain so we headhunt like witchdoctors My lil` momma let lead dump from big poppa Even the Jake surrounded the spread with pig choppers that taste preposterous; tear gas, tanks of oxygen Like we in banks with hostages (what we want?) All we want is minks and ostriches (what?) Diamond cuff links and proper shit Snitches left stinkin in carpet stiff Or get they carcasses turned to link sausages (f`real) Ain`t nuttin sweet, we known for bangin cartridges We got the heart for this No matter how light or dark it is (ya heard?) (No matter how light or dark it is, f`real) Thug for life (what?) Rep by strips (killers) Let loose clips (dealers) Stack mad chips (you know we) Bag bad chicks (my niggaz) Push fly whips (all of the) Hoes blow dick (nigga) G flows sick (what?) [Chorus] [Verse Two] My whole life about chrome rims and stone gems (what?) Big boned skins, Capone brims, dick blown in my own Benz Quick to Scarface thugs who raise up blown brims Dolla trickin never politickin with grown mens Ideas of settin me up for loot I won`t bend Just make that light bulb at the top of your dome dim (uh-huh) Who rap-happy nigga keep the lyrics and poems grim Get found at the bottom of the river with stone Timbs (word) Babyface, swimmin flash stomach and toned limbs Wake up every mornin work out in the home gym Reppin this rap game until my zone ends (uh-huh) `Til mixin boards melt down, the microphone bend (yea) I spit about street shit but never condone sin Kept it thug for life baby followed my own trend [Chorus] Kid!! Word.. thug shit Queens shit for life nigga Нравится песня? Расскажи о ней друзьям: Прямая ссылка на текст песни Thug For Life: http://musworld.ru/music/eng/110/1/5706.html Все тексты песен: Kool G Rap » Kool G Rap - Gangsta Gangsta » Kool G Rap - Roots Of Evil » Kool G Rap - Giancana Story » Kool G Rap - Black Widow » Kool G Rap - Thug For Life » Kool G Rap - Tekilla Sunrise » Kool G Rap - Fuck U Man » Kool G Rap - Daddy Figure » Kool G Rap - Fight Club » Kool G Rap - Live and Let Die » Kool G Rap - It`s a Shame » Kool G Rap - The Giancana Story » Kool G Rap - Drama » Kool G Rap - A Thug`s Love Story (Chapter I, II, III) » Kool G Rap - Mobsta`s » Kool G Rap - Foul Cats » Kool G Rap - 4, 5, 6 » Kool G Rap - Good Die Young Рекомендуем скачать: » Юрий Визбор - А море серое всё ночь качается... » Юрий Визбор - Река Неглинка » Юрий Лорес - Перечитывая Диогена » Юрий Визбор - Школа Коберидзе » Юрий Кукин - Миражи » Юрий Панюшкин - Мадам » Юрий Цендровский - Мой друг, светлая душа... » Юрий Визбор - Зимний вечер синий... » Юрий Нестеренко - Кони встали, свет потух... » Юлий Ким - Истерическая перестроечная » Юрий Панюшкин - Банан вам, господа! » Юрий Визбор, Сергей Никитин - Военные фотографии » Юрий Лорес - Жалоба осеннего листа » Юрий Вайханский - Напрасно » Юрий Визбор - Маленький радист » Юрий Визбор - Как я летел на самолете. (Правдивая песня о том, как я летел на самолёте и во время полёта размышлял » Юрий Карпов - Заходим в порт (Борису Кейльману на 60 лет) » Юрий Нестеренко - Чужой (Исповедь монстра) (по мотивам триллеров) » Юрий Антонов - Переулочки Арбата » Юрий (Георгий) Аделунг - День похоронен курантами, бьющими в полночь...
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